fall in love with the best

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Her hand tremblingly stretched out towards the thing in front of her, and while her fingertips hesitated slightly, she raised her eyes to look at the man with a gentle smile beside her.

Seeing the man nodding slightly while laughing, made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Gently, she finally opened the lid of the bowl lying in front of her.

A familiar rice fragrance came out, sweet and greasy, and the memory came like a flood.

"Ziyuan, I'm hungry."

"I'll ask the kitchen to cook something delicious for you." He still smiled dotingly.

"No." The girl's beautiful eyebrows frowned impatiently.

"Why?" The man walked up to her patiently, bent down patiently, and asked patiently.

"I don't like what they cook." The girl was obviously playing childishly.

"Then what? Resign them and replace them with a batch of better chefs?" There was deep tenderness in his eyes, and there were countless bright lights flowing in her eyes.

"No?" She lowered her head, not knowing whether to express herself or not.

"Just tell me what you want." He didn't show any impatience.

"I," she looked up at him, with some uncertainty in her watery eyes, "I want to eat the porridge you cooked yourself." She raised her chin and finished her request in one breath.

There was a light of embarrassment in his eyes, but it was only for a moment, because of her expectant eyes, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay." His voice was warm and clean without a trace of dust on that early spring morning.

In this world, how many men can pamper your childish temper like this, pamper you endlessly, and treat you like a treasure forever?If you meet, then, congratulations, and then remember to cherish it.

It was also from that moment that the girl suddenly felt, um, maybe, it was him.

The wind of memory blows slowly along with the faint fragrance of rice, and Xia Tian can almost hear the things that he has been holding on to shatter in the bottom of his heart, and the longing that he has carefully cherished comes surging.

"Summer." The deep and beautiful male voice recalled her thoughts.

When Xia Tian raised his eyes, the familiar handsome face gradually changed from blurred to clear. After five years, he was still handsome and handsome, but there was a calmness and calmness between his brows, and a trace of sadness.

"Xia, why are you in a daze, don't you want to try it?" Shangguan Ziyuan's eyes and brows were all lightly warm, and the words he said were also warm and comfortable.

"En. Good." She looked away slightly, and her tone was a little light.

"Be careful of scalding." He watched her pick up the spoon, and told her intimately, wishing he could take it and feed her carefully.

"Well, it's delicious." She didn't even swallow it completely, so she opened her mouth hastily.

"Slow down." He patted her on the back dotingly, smiling warmly.

"Well, it's really delicious. It tastes like the porridge you cooked." She said almost without thinking.

Yes, his taste, the taste of the porridge he cooked himself, whether it is five years, ten years, or longer, she will always remember it.

"How does my porridge taste?" Someone was clearly delighted by this sentence.

"Uh, yes." Realizing that he expressed himself too bluntly, Xia Tian lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Do you still remember the taste of the porridge I cooked?" Shangguan Ziyuan could almost hear his heart beating faster.

Xia Tian lowered her head and said nothing, how could she forget?How many nights of insomnia, every bit of their togetherness is in front of my eyes, so clear feeling.

Seeing her silent, Shangguan Ziyuan was neither happy nor sad, he looked at her drooping eyes and said softly, "Eat more if you like."

"Yeah." She kept her head down and nodded slightly.

The corners of Shangguan Ziyuan's mouth raised slightly, as if he would be satisfied even if he didn't speak, just quietly watching her eating.

"Is it delicious?" He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his voice was soft enough to melt all ice.

"Well, the taste is really good." Gradually, her mood improved a lot, and she spoke a lot more calmly.

Shangguan Ziyuan smiled, his smile was full of pampering for one person.

"Uh, right?" She put down the spoon in her hand, and looked up at the man with an affectionate face.

"What's wrong?" Shangguan Ziyuan sat gently in front of her, with tenderness on his brows.

"Where did you find the chef with such great skills?" It was hard for her to imagine that any top chef could make polenta that suited her taste.

laugh.Shangguan Ziyuan still smiled warmly like a spring breeze.

"Shang, Guan, Zi, Yuan," she called him by his first name coldly, feeling angry that he ignored her question so much.

"Miss Xia, please tell me how you feel about this porridge." He sat up straight, looking straight at the angry woman with his dark eyes.

"This porridge?" Xia Tian seemed to have not reacted from the anger just now.

"That's right, didn't you just say that this porridge tastes like the porridge I cook." He looked straight at her, with the same affection in his eyes as before.

"Uh, yes," she casually stirred the fragrant polenta with a spoon, her cheeks flushed.

"How much difference is that?" Shangguan Ziyuan was still relentless.

"Uh..." Xia Tian didn't know how to answer for a while.

If there is still a difference, compared to the corn porridge made by that handsome boy five years ago, this bowl of porridge at this moment, no matter the heat, time, or the amount of seasoning, is just right, perfect without any flaws .

"Why, isn't there any difference?" He couldn't wait to hear her evaluation.

".Yes." After much hesitation, she still responded to him.

"Then, let's talk about it." Shangguan Ziyuan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, suddenly feeling in a good mood.

"Uh, this porridge, compared to your craftsmanship five years ago, is more restrained and mature. Whether it is the control of the heat or the control of time, every step should be precise and flawless, which shows that the chef has a solid foundation."

"You think so?" Shangguan Ziyuan confirmed carefully, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him one after another.

"Well, by the way, did you personally supervise the work just now?" Xia Tian never believed that without the guidance of acquaintances, a person who is completely unfamiliar with his preferences can make a bowl of polenta that suits his taste.

"What do you think?" Before revealing the answer, he suddenly wanted to tease her.

"Of course I think so..." Xia Tian looked at him coldly, his patience was about to be worn out by him.

"Then how about I tell you the answer?" Shangguan Ziyuan can always be precise about her temper, he can always know where the limit of teasing her is, and then stop at the right time.

"Yeah." She nodded slightly.

"I cook this porridge myself."

"What?" She raised her eyes to look at him in disbelief, then looked back at the corn porridge that was still fragrant, and was speechless for a while.

"That's right. I ordered the kitchen to buy the condiments, and then I cooked it myself. I don't know if your taste has changed over the years, so I just stubbornly cooked it according to your previous preferences. Unexpectedly, when you took the first mouthful of porridge, you could clearly say that this is very similar to my craftsmanship, so you still remember this taste."

His voice reverberated throughout the silent room, like a low-pitched cello making music that fit the mood, it was extremely gentle and pleasant to listen to.

Xia Tian suddenly felt deeply guilty. Five years ago, he left without saying goodbye. Five years later, he came back gorgeously, but his affection and love are still the same, and he didn't mean to blame himself at all. How much courage and heart should I have? Is it possible to do this?

"After so many years, you still remember how to make porridge. Your memory is really good." Xia Tian held back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes, trying to make his tone sound calmer.

Shangguan Ziyuan shook his head with a smile, even if he really had a superhuman memory, even if he could vaguely remember how to make this porridge, it would be impossible for him to make such polenta that amazed her.

"Is not it?"

"In your heart, I am so intelligent and extraordinary. After five years, my skills are still so good?"

"Yeah." She nodded slightly, because she couldn't think of a better explanation.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Shangguan Ziyuan's smile spread wantonly, boundlessly.

"But, it seems that I have disappointed you." He still smiled.

"what?"

"I'm not the kind of person with a superhuman memory in your eyes." After a pause, Shangguan Ziyuan said again, "In the past five years, for me, the most meaningful thing every day is to repeatedly cook a pot of fragrant Polenta, and then constantly adjust the time and heat to make the porridge taste better. I hope that one day, I can cook it for you again, which can give you a lot of surprises."

He said it calmly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, as if the pain and longing for the past five years were someone else's business, as if every sleepless night was nothing. . .

Moving.

move. .

move. . .

Apart from being moved, Xia Tian couldn't think of more appropriate words to describe his mood at this moment.

"Thank you." After choking for a long time, she just spit out three hard words.

"Fool," he stretched out his hand to straighten her unruly hair, "thank you, if you want to thank, it should be me thank you, thank you for willing to appear in my world again, thank you for willing to give me love you Opportunity."

"Ziyuan..." She threw herself into his arms, crying suddenly, how could he be so humble and tolerant of her.

Obviously, he can ignore her, he can turn around and leave, just because she left without saying goodbye five years ago.

But, he didn't, he still doted on her like he did five years ago, loved her, tolerated her, and he was even reluctant to say a serious word.

"Silly girl." He raised his hand to wipe away the tears falling from the corner of her eyes, and called fondly.

"I left you behind for five full years, why are you still being so kind to me? I'm not worth it at all." Her crying voice made people feel even more distressed.

The softest feeling in my heart was easily touched, Shangguan Ziyuan stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms even tighter.

(End of this chapter)